Are You Supposed to Fight or Fuck Your Inner Demons?

Miguel Volkov waltzed into the bar, his leather jacket tossed over one shoulder.  He wore a wife beater and a tight-fitting pair of jeans, both caked with dirt and spotted with dark stains.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a shot of tequila; after everything he'd been through tonight, he deserved it.  As he glanced at the sexy brunette a few seats away, he couldn't help but think he deserved other things, as well.

He slicked back his hair and winked at her.  A pretty thing like her'd be the perfect ending to an eventful evening, that was for sure.

A large muscular man sat between him and the brunette. 

"Hey," the gruff man said, rubbing his beard. "Are you some sort of faggot? Those tight pants tell me you are."

"Would it make any difference if I was?" he asked, downing his shot.  "I wear them to get pussy, and it works."

He scoffed.

"You're a fuckin' wuss, what sorta woman'd wanna bang you?"

"Plenty," he replied, grinning.  "All the time.  It's great."

He scoffed and stood up, leaving. Definitely not going to work. Perhaps he'd try a different form? He went into the bathroom to switch things up, returning as a curvy, all-American looking woman. Her breasts were slightly too large, her hips a bit too wide. Her teeth too white and perfect, her hair just the right amount of blond and wavy. 

After chatting up a man, she returned her attention to the demon hunter at the bar.

"Hey there handsome," she said, trailing her fingers down her own tank top. "What's your name?"

She had never been a woman before, but so far, she was enjoying it.

He grinned at her, turning his body to face her.

"Miguel," he replied.  "What's yours, good-looking?"

"Oh, well, Amy," she replied after stumbling for a while. "You can call me Amy."

She leaned over, grabbing his arm. "I like a man in tight pants."

"I like a woman in leather," he replied.  "Would you like a drink?"

"I'll have a beer," she stated, before realizing she was, in fact, a woman. She just smiled sweetly, as if there was nothing wrong with that. Maybe he'd like his women tough and somewhat mannish.

"Two Heinekens, please," he said to the bartender, winking at her.  "So what brings a pretty girl like you to a place like this?"

"I wanted to get laid," she replied, leaning against the bar and smiling at him. "You?"

"Exact same," he replied, beaming.  "I have to tell you, it's refreshing to meet such a straight-forward woman--do you want to find someplace quiet, then?"

"Sure," she said, just as a rather large and angry man showed up behind Miguel.

"Hey," he snapped. "The lady said she'd be going home with me, you sonuvabitch!"

"That's strange," he said, sipping his beer. "She was just flirting with me." He slicked his hair out of his face so he could get a better look at the man.

Amy shrugged.

"I don't know what that guy is talking about," Amy replied, motioning to the rather large man, who in turn turned redder and angrier.

"You bitch!" He shouted. "If you think you're going to play games with me just because you're pretty...!"

Suddenly, Miguel snorted.

"I get it, I get it. She's just playing with us, amigo, calm down.

"She obviously intends to go home with both of us."

"I...what?" Amy replied, and the large man looked just as confused. She crossed her arms over her large bust. "I don't...what? That's not what I meant at all."

The large man suddenly looked less hostile, but also somewhat more confused. "I don't get it."

"Have you heard of a threesome, amigo?" he asked, patting the empty seat next to him. "Obviously, the lady wishes to spend the night with two men. Is that right, miss?"

Amy felt herself begin to sweat. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?! Could he not take a hint? All she wanted was for there to be fighting! How the hell had she gotten into his predicament? She quickly downed the nearest drink.

"Uh, well," she looked sheepish but not for the reason both men were thinking.

The rather large guy suddenly seemed amused. "Is that right?"

Amy smiled.

"...yeah," she said, though she really shouldn't have.

"Would you like a drink as well?" he asked the man, smiling. "We were just having a beer before we went to find a motel--I certainly don't mind the extra company."

As much as Amy unashamedly enjoyed sex, she'd never had sex as a woman or had a threesome. Still, she smiled and pretended it was all part of the plan. Maybe she could slip off...

"Sure," the gruff man said. "Name's Reese."

Miguel ordered him a beer, grinning.

"You ever done this before, amigo? It's fun. The lady has good taste."

Amy eyed Reese. He certainly wasn't ugly, but also not hot, not like Miguel was. To be fair, Miguel was very attractive, but still.

"Me?" Reese chuckled. "No...not yet."

"I've never done it with another man before, but I'm sure it'll still be fun." He wrapped his arm around Amy's waist and winked at her.

"What about you? Have you done this before?"